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Krizz Kaliko
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Ayy, K.R.I.T
Yeah
Fans don't give a damn if I put 50 on my wrist
All I gotta do is chop, but I don't make the hottest list
All your answers sound like fraud what been comin' out your lips
Shoulda got an honest job (They ain't got it on lock)
That's on God, that's on me
If you a fraud, that's on me
Bless your heart, that's on me
Before I charge, that's on me
(Watch out)
Bumble with the bee and get the honeycomb
I never seen it, but I know that money long
Heard that if you study long, you study wrong
It's not about a song, show your money phone
I been like the black sheep with the fleece, so I'm like brray
I'm in the hood, niggas don't see me, but why whoopee be like hey
I'm like a nuisance with a few clips, so don't Google where I stay
Never confuse this with the blue shit 'cause a whoop is what I say
That's all an ignorant nigga woulda say
Did it with smartass dummies in the way
I'm a six-figure nigga with the pay
Who pull the trigger? Bet I'd rather pray
Yeah, yeah, radio bitch say you got a
Lot of right, here's whatever you say
Yeah, yeah, I'ma stay Chris and you can
Stay written off a label for the pay
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know how
I could just talk to 'em foul or get me a house with a view
Niggas is dumber than you, don't know what to do
But you gotta put food in your home
You could do it all alone if you try to get on
In a city where angels can fly, you can get by
Yeah, with the serpents, it's perfect
The bands and your hands and the
Fans don't give a damn if I put 50 on my wrist
All I gotta do is chop, but I don't make the hottest list
All your answers sound like fraud what been comin' out your lips
Shoulda got an honest job, but it don't make me what exists
That's on God, that's on me
If you a fraud, that's on me
Bless your heart, that's on me
Before I charge, that's on me
(Watch out)
I am the one
Yeah, my aesthetic's pathetic, I look like I'm pregnant and shit
But with a gun
Headed to heaven to register so I see what I can get
Lookin' for fun
Go get the medic to dead it, they let it get where I can see
Nothing get done
So I'm in the crowd and it's loud and I can't hear nobody but me
Fellas takin' off, better slow down
Don't be holdin' that four-pound up
You did it from the ground up
Take the gun from your hand, know you so fed up
I don't really got no case
I don't really got no face
All I know is you first or you last, so I don't really got no breaks
Don't let me catch those vapors
I just been lookin' for paper mรขchรฉ
I don't wanna pull no capers on me
.223, 'Nother clip's where I lay
Ain't no toilet paper on me
Boogeyman, he take it away
Guess I'll see you later, we'll see
It's not where I wanna be and the
Fans don't give a damn if I put 50 on my wrist
All I gotta do is chop, but I don't make the hottest list
All your answers sound like fraud what been comin' out your lips
Shoulda got an honest job, but it don't make me what exists
That's on God, that's on me
If you a fraud, that's on me
Bless your heart, that's on me
Before I charge, that's on me
Shut up, just shut up, shut up (K.R.I.T)
I'ma come up missin' if you listen
Shut up, just shut up, shut up (K.R.I.T)
I'ma come up missin' if you listen
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